Another amazing week has past me in this wonderful place of
Laval. This week was a really great week. This Saturday we have two people we
are teaching getting baptized!! Woot Woot they are really amazing people and we
have been preparing them lots this week. One is from Iran and he has been
studying with the missionaries on and off for a year now but never good at
committing. We were able to have some really spiritual lessons with him this
week that answered his prayers exactly. The other one is a 16 year old girl
from Haiti she has been studying with the missionaries on and off for a little
bit, but not until just recently being invited to attend girls camp did she
feel the spirit really strongly and we were able to commit her for baptism.
Just in the past week I have seen the Lord prepare them for their baptism it is
a really cool sight.
One day this week we got ourselves in a major food bind. Sister
Alvarez cooked us this big Colombian meal and then we went to visit a member
for their birthday and they are Colombian so they fed us a big Colombian meal
by then I was so full, but the worst was yet to come when we went to a less active
Colombian house.... seeing the trend here.. =) they plopped this huge Colombian
meal on our plates and my stomach was screaming at me and I looked to sister
Alvarez with a horrified look and she said her usually response to anything I
have from her country "YOUR WELCOME" =) The Sister must have
noticed my reluctant eating because on the way back she was giggling asking us
if we had eaten before we got there!
No one needs to worry about all these Haitian and Spanish meals
getting me down because.... we are now the owners of 10 year old, extremely
used, elders bikes!! Yes that’s right we are bike missionaries now. We bike
everywhere and when it’s to far we hitch our bikes to the bus. I have only
crashed once and I was able to gather myself up pretty quickly before to many
people seen my skirt over my head. Thank goodness for spandex because riding a
bike in a skirt is a talent… that I am still trying to master ha-ha.
We had our three-month interviews with the mission president
this week and it went really well. He told me he has a new name for me and that
is: The serial killer because I have killed my last three companions. I had to
break it to him that the whole mission already calls me that. It was great to
get comforting words from him on not understanding everything these people say
with their strong accent because it took him a long time.
At church this Sunday they asked the new missionaries of the
ward to bare their testimonies. Its kind of nerve racking in the first place to
bare your testimony to a big family ward, but in another language is a whole
other level, but as always the spirit guides and I was able to give my two-minute
testimony some how.
I love being a missionary so much and seeing first hand people
changing their lives for the gospel. There is not greater joy then serving
heavenly fathers children!!
-Hermana
Dick
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